A Mere Thorn

Try not to accept me

since I'm the steepest thorn.

In the event that you wouldn't have any desire to be harmed,

stay as distant from me.

There will be no escape.

Regardless of whether you let go, you will in any case be harmed.

Even after quite a while, you would not be effortlessly mended.

The scars will stay obvious,

notwithstanding how well you conceal them.

While I... I'll continue as before.

Nothing turns out badly with me.

I'm merciless and numb

since I'm a thorn.  

I can't be harmed any more.

So I was molded to obliterate

the individuals who gets excessively near me.

Screw them up,

till they surrender in anguish.

I'm feeble to do anything.

Since I am only a thorn.

I have got no hands to hold you,

feet to flee with you,

recollections to remember you,

or on the other hand, a heart to cherish you.